PROLOGUE Does it even make a difference, when I’m I feel pain… It’s not okay, I’m not alright, and I’m sorry. No one can change me now. Imagine being put in a room with plain walls, wearing plain clothes, plain everything. Monotone voices, no music, no fun. That’s his life now, Alex, he used to be sane. Now he’s been diagnosed as mentally insane. Can one special person there help change him?